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I would love to have the time to talk to you, but life gets so hectic sometimes.
Especially when you have two teens, a husband, a career, and doctoral studies to attempt to keep up with!
Just think of this as a phone call in cyberspace. Keep up your end of the conversation and comment, please!

Scrambled Sue

There was a lot on my plate today:WorkFill out Mom's Guardianship paperworkVisit the hospital with Jane and EdTalk to Mom's doctor to find out why they approved her releaseCall her insurance and see why they won't approve a nursing homeVisit as many nursing homes as possible so we can pick oneDo my Lit homework

Well, the hospital visit took twice as long as I expected, but that was good. Initially, Mom didn't recognize any of us, but ten minutes later, she did. She told interesting tales-that her doctor told her she was losing her house, didn't have one anymore, either. I don't know if she was imagining that or if it was really said. If so, I'm sooooo reporting the doctor.

She is on board with going to a nursing home. That doesn't mean she likes the idea, because she really feels that Jane should be taking care of her. However, she understands that Jane can't, so she'll go.

So we grabbed lunch and dropped Jane off at home. I sat down in front of the laptop, planning to look up a nursing home or two to visit by 5:30 or 6pm. (It was after 3). Instead, the sleep deprivation of the past two nights caught up with me.

I took a nap instead.

Sometimes, you have to take care of your needs before you can effectively do things for others.

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